Oh it was wonderful, the East End! I had a little room. There was a tobacconist downstairs – I smoked then already – and he let me have cigarettes on tick. I only had a little room with a bed and nothing else. I used to go to the Jewish place in the East End where you could get some bean and barley soup and a slice of bread for 4 pence or 5 pence or 6 pence. I could afford that then so this was wonderful. I had quite a good time at work and I gradually learned to speak a bit of English. I could say ‘steak and chips’ and I could say all the swear words.